Thursday, October 30, 2008

Perhaps I had a wicked childhoodPerhaps I had miserable youthBut somewhere in my wicked, miserable past There must have been a moment of truthFor there you are, standing there loving meWhether or not you should So somewhere in my youth or childhoodI must have done something good.

What a beautiful picture. Cherish these wonderful moments! Trish this is one of those pics that need to be tried in black and white as well as sephia and made into a 5x7 and put on the wall. It looks like a professional picture or portrait! Keep up all the great work.

remember this moment when he discovers how to paint the walls with his own poop, washes your car with mud using a rock as a sponge and tells you he hates you because you are the worst mother in the entire world and when you are dead he is going to dance on your grave and sell tickets to the show...